poesie

to my despair

stop howling,
foul beast.

clench your jaws.
bite your tongue.

this storm that batters,
it batters all.

bend your head.
square your shoulders.

you have few choices,
yet choose you must.

eat the path.
face your fate.

you either break through,
or let it break you.

eat the path.
force your way.

ride the low waves,
crawl and clash.

fear is for the weak.
swallow it.

you either stand your ground,
or let it give in.

fear is for the weak.
smother it.